Charge of the Shite Brigade

In honour of the resignations of Johnson and Davis.

With apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

I
Not a clue, Not a clue
Not a clue proferred
All in pursuit of Brexit
Droned the dissemblers
“Forward the Shite Brigade!
Charge for everything!” they said
Into the valley of Brexit
Droned the dissemblers

II
“Forward, the Shite Brigade!”
Was there a plan displayed?
Not though the people knew
Someone had blundered
Theirs but to make reply
Theirs not to reason why
Theirs but to spin and lie
Into the valley of Brexit
Droned the dissemblers

III
Farage to right of them,
Gove to left of them,
in front of them
follied and blundered;
Droned on with sneer and yell,
they droned on still,
Into the jaws of Brexit,
Into the mouth of Brexit
Droned the dissemblers.

IV
Flashed all their falsehoods bare,
Flashed as they blew hot air
Lying to the people there,
Lying to a nation, while
All the world wondered.
Choked by the policy smoke
More and more lies they spoke;
Backers and Russians
Laughed at the lies they spoke
truth fully sundered.
Then they droned on
Still the dissemblers.

V
Bone to right of them,
Corbyn to left of them,
in front of them
follied and blundered;
Droned on with flag and sell,
they droned on still,
While truth and reason fell.
They that had lied so well
Straight into the jaws of Brexit,
Back into the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of the dissemblers.

VI
When can their folly fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Mourn the charge they made!
Despair at the Shite Brigade,
Stupid dissemblers!